The Wind In My Hair...I Mean Streamers

I love love riding my circa 1940's Schwinn Corvette,

the wind blowing through my long silver locks

...well could be if I wasn't wearing my helmet

...but it did blow through my pink streamers,

which is almost as good as 

blowing through
my hair.

Sunday, the temperature took a sudden dip from the

humid  low 30's of recent days,

to a cooler and refreshing 24 degrees,

perfect for jumping on our  bikes

and exploring.

...an old farm road running through corn fields nestled between
the north and south mountain.
This road was very deceiving

...what appeared to be a downhill ride as we started
was just the opposite.
 I  first thought my brakes must be
sticking or that I was
stuck in the wrong gear.
But coming back was a breeze...weeeee...

There were lots of old derelict vehicles 

scattered in the surrounding woods,

but the hubby really liked 

this old

International truck.

 An old abandoned camp...

...with outdoor amenities, 

aptly  named

~The Shitter~

..fields of hay.

...hives situated throughout the orchards.

Maintaining a

good supply of pollinators 

is important to the 

apple growers.

The hubby wouldn't come within 20 feet

of these babies.

...a picnic in the orchard

followed by an 

"Anne Of Green Gables"

moment

...if only my hair were red.

Happy walking,

Marisa